[i]Subject - Extraction Target - A lockbox, embroidered with a seal of unknown origin stamped onto the surface. Location - See provided map for further information. Measure - Retain the lockbox, by any means necessary. Lethal force will be expected. Mission Summery - You are tasked with locating and extracting the previously mentioned lockbox. The contents of said lockbox are not to be delved through, under any circumstances. Failure to locate, extract and deliver the lockbox unopened will result in immediate termination of the mission, and the agent assigned to it. The agent is not to, under any circumstances, make stops anywhere upon retrieving the lockbox. Failure to follow these instructions will lead to immediate..- [/i] [color=39b54a]"...termination."[/color] Miles rubbed his forehead with a heavy sigh. [color=39b54a]"What the fuck have I gotten myself into...?"[/color] The boy spoke, dropping back against the seat of a rundown motel room paid for by the [i]good doctor[/i], which in turn lead to yet another assignment which needed to be undertaken. [i]Subject - Assassination Target - Miranda Andersson. Location - See provided map for further information. Measure - Terminate Miranda. No other means of neutralization will be accepted. Mission Summery - You are tasked with locating and eliminating Miranda Andersson. She is the holder of the lockbox, and should be located before the lockbox is extracted. [/i] [color=39b54a]"So now, I need to murder a bitch, too. If lethal force was expected in getting the fucking lockbox, why give me a mission to off this chick, anyways..?"[/color] Miles groaned, shaking his head. This was probably only to prove that the Doctor owned Miles until he had paid off his debts. Whatever that lockbox contained was probably worth more than a single life, if Miles had to go through this insane amount of trouble, to get it. Clenching his teeth, the young soldier, or rather, the deserter wrapped his fingers around the pistol he had procured from the car and made his way out of the motel room. The sooner he got this settled, the better. If he was injured during this mission, he would have to medicate himself. Owing this insane woman something else wasn't going to do wonders for his health, in either event. [color=39b54a]"Where the hell is Lucas..?"[/color] Miles squinted somewhat as he stepped out, seeing the now rising sun shedding its rays upon his tired eyes. Miles had woken up in the clinic, that morning. He had no clue where Lucas had gone, and if he was even close by, anymore. At this point, he could have taken the car and been off. Miles knew enough to measure his luck. Bringing the ex-soldier wounded, and dying, to a clinic which now had a string to pull, attached to Miles' throat, probably cost him the vehicle. If Lucas hadn't left, he was probably getting shit faced at the local tavern, something Miles wasn't too eager to participate in, given his current predicament. [color=39b54a]"Never been drunk, before..."[/color] The boy mumbled, stepping across the street as his eyes traced the files in his hands. [color=39b54a]"Might solve all of my problems. People get shit faced for a reason, right..?"[/color] He continued, stopping dead in his tracks with a soft frown making its way to his face. [color=39b54a]"Now I'm talking to myself. Wonderful. Fucking dandy..." [/color] Folding the files, Miles slipped them into a shoulder bag he had been given. Extracting that lockbox did require a place to keep it, after all. Retaining the map however, the boy made sure to study it from one corner to the other in an attempt to pinpoint the best possible route to his designated location. One thing was certain. He'd need that car.